The piano has eighty-eight keys, and you have to be able to play all of them. And the range of white to black is analogous to the eighty-eight keys and you have to be able to play all eighty-eight keys in that palette from white to black.

With all art expression, when something is seen, it is a vivid experience, sudden, compelling, and inevitable.

We were in the shadow of the mountains, the light was cool and quiet and no wind was stirring. The aspen trunks were slightly greenish and the leaves were a vibrant yellow.

A photograph is not an accident - it is a concept.

Black and white photography is truly quite a 'departure from reality', and the transition from one aspect of visual magic to another was not as complete as many imagine.

I knew my destiny when I first experienced Yosemite.

We all move on the fringes of eternity and are sometimes granted vistas through fabric of illusion.